Oh how I try to hold this thought
Many like it refuse to be caught.
Outward they push escaping from my head
Such daunting loss inflicting me with dread.
These thoughts, these memories of old,
How they escape out into the bitter cold.
I fight to keep them in line and filed away.
Yet they slip from tight grasp leaving only dismay.
Why do they seem to hate me so?
Is my mind ill fit for thoughts to go?
How I wish for them to reside within,
So as to move on and let others begin.
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Whenever I have an idea for a line or theme that can be used for a poem I write it down in a notebook. The poems found here are organized bodies that have been pieced together using those fragments. Most of the writing I do is created from smaller ideas that seem to fit together.
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